Oct 21 2011
An uncertain wait
Life is a constant reminder that volatility is an essential ingredient of the big cauldron we call a life span. Nothing we plan is tainted by the safe coating of certainty. Nothing we believe in can really be taken at face value. Sooner or later fate chimes in, and then we become prisoners of our own dreams and masters of nothing.
You think legally-binding contracts will hold you liable and make you risk less than your own skin when tempting the devil, but even that fails you. Ubi maior, minor cessat. Yes, even the law will hold you accountable for your dreams and let your hand go when you least expect it. The law is as impersonal as our own fear of its consequences. And it leaves you naked in a dark corner when you think it will be your pillar of strength, the real thing to hold on to.
Life is a bitch, and then you die. It seems I may die waiting…for the woman I love to realize time runs forwards instead of backwards, for the seller of my first house to come back from the dead or honor his own commitments, for the US labor department to understand that I do deserve a chance to outlast my Green Card suspense. Waiting is what life is all about…oh, yes…and then you die.
